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Oh! I love, love, love guinea pigs! We once found one roaming the back alley behind our house in Wash, D.C. It turned out it was the neighboring church's pet and we returned him unscathed. They are so cute!

I had a turtle named Vulgar. I was 9 when I found him and I have no idea why I named him that. He was tiny...about the size of a 50 cent piece. I was cleaning his bowl one day and a bird flew off with him. It was traumatizing. I just took my Italian Greyhound to the vet to be fixed. Say a little prayer!

Tuesday afternoon confession. I'm hiding from my housekeeper so I don't have to drive her down to the bus stop. I don't want to leave Dolce alone while she's recovering from her surgery. Does that make me a bitch? I can't decide. Thanks for stopping by my blog to see how Dolce is doing. I think this has been more traumatic for me than for her!

I had one named Elizabeth who lived for 5 years...she loved to be picked up, her best friend was our cat Sabrina...the cat would sleep on top of the cage and come running for lettuce when the pig got hers.Then a few years later we had Joey who lived for only 1 year...he loved to come out of his cage into a box on the bed and watch TV...our Greyhound Buttons would get bent out of shape and cry because he was taking all my attention...That little picture brought out alot of great memories for me...Thank you /cam